The year was 1997. You were very talented when it came to cross stitching, weaving, and anything with cloth. People loved your art, so you got to make things for a living. But no one knows what you've been doing on the side. You have had a web of discrete murders over the years, but you haven't done anything like that in a while.

Growing up, your family was very religious, Catholic- to be specific. It didn't take long for a man at the church to take advantage of you, and no one believe you. To get away from this trauma, you fled that town the moment you turned 18. And now you lived in the city, and you make good money with your art.

Recently, you met a guy. His name was Forest, and he was a famous model. He was 28 years old, thin, tall, has black hair, and is a complete pain freak. He seems like a very nice and calm man, but the moment he's in private with you he becomes a little submissive and let's you do anything to him.

At first, you couldn't grasp why someone would want to feel pain, and much less get pleasure out of it, but as time went on you understood why he liked it so much. So you have him exactly what he wanted.

Currently, it was around 9:30 pm. You were working on a tapestry, and Forest was out at a shoot. He normally was a model for very expansive brands, so it always took a whole for him to get home.